I don't ever gotta pay ***, I'm the man in my city All you niggas wanna date ***, my money stackin' to the ceiling You might think I'm wearin' earplugs, but what you sayin' in the village? And if a nigga say he need a plug, everybody know I'm the realest, what's up? Catch me in LA, I'm swervin' down the street Baby, like, boy, I swear you want some of this *** Don't get it twisted, boy, I knuckle up With me and my team, come around, yeah, I know you see Carolina Curry, no fake here, don't get paper here Plugged on Dupont, make payments here, it'll be like a Dino steak is here You better tell them, niggas, I'm from the state Where they bought a bad duct tape, we with them gangs *** a fake book, call, hit it face-to-face So much gold around my neck, I swear to God I need a neck brace I stay straight, connectin' like a Twitter, Instagram page I hustle like my rent already been laid Trappin' out that bando with them fake bros Niggle up, nigga, hit it with the 4-4 Ain't so-so, I'm more *** than the old four-toilet bowl Straight down the drain, never seen no bowl When it come to shows, they just like O's I cut it up, then I get the dough You better ask your hoe My band's poor, E.T. Caesar told me to kill him, so I'm gonna kill him Rise up, piss on the bed, ***, y'all know me The lil' nigga with the big body tatted up, I love the streets I'm so street, my blood tight, country I don't never gotta date *** I'm the man in my city While your niggas wanna date *** My money stackin' to the ceiling You might think I'm wearin' earplugs But what you sayin' ain't a plug And if a nigga say he need a plug Everybody know I'm the realest, what's up? It's me in LA, I'm swervin' down the strip Baby, I swear you want some other *** Don't get it twisted, boy, I knock a lot When me and my team come around, y'all know we sick Now you done heard all the bull*** I been through Now I got racks in the bank in the bedroom I was raised in the jungle, so I ain't been guerrilla It's cold as a winter, it's frozen, it's sicka It's a rock in the glass, so I blow on a sicka Blood in the street like electronic guitar I ain't got a cap, Carolina, where you at, where you at, where you at? I need your friend in the center, real talk And when I ride through the city, I flow And when I walk in the club like a boss The squad takin' over, you can violate your wall Better rap with the team and get tall Throw a hand to the sky, give your girl a body And get her hotter than a red eye You got the right word, we can go in it like some motherfuckin' Jedi So I'm on, nigga, now my phone blowin' up For people I ain't seen since I came home Since I came home, I been drivin' a hundred miles And now I'm gettin' turned like a payphone The rap game mad, so I'm givin' out These rappers a flatline, it's my time Salute, nigga, I'm goin' on While my squad's on spittin', nothin' but fire Nothin' but fire, you need a whole lane to put me out Cause I'm hotter than a deep fryer And when I least fire, that nigga just came out I'm gonna make her fall back and retire I'm a king now, the lanes in the game The chain blamin', really just a straight tie I'm what they need now, the street back I'm hood and I ain't gonna stay ten-toed Real ***, I don't never gotta face you I'm the man in my city While you niggas wanna face you My money stackin' to the ceiling You might think I'm wearin' earplugs But what you sayin' in the village And if the niggas ain't in the club Everybody know I'm the realest, what's up? Catch me in that Lam' Swervin' down the street Baby, like, boy, I swear You want some of this *** Don't need to twist it Boy, I knuckle up With me and my clique And Mariah, I know you're sick